For years her mother had spoken mysteriously of Gwen's "initiation." It would be her rite of passage into womanhood. Afterwards, she would be looked u...pon seriously by men who today treated her as a little girl.Never had Mrs. Markham told Gwendolyn what occurred at the initiation. The girl had asked several times over several years. Her mother's stony resistance to her queries made it clear that the subject wouldn't be discussed.But last night Mrs. Markham summoned Gwen after supper. "Gwen, you. ’ Froo lay there glowing with pride. Gary had preferred her giving him head in the last couple of years of their marriage, but he always told her she was crap. But Misha had told her she was fantastic, and along with the orgasms she had last night when they had made love, her confidence in herself had started to rebuild, something that was long knocked out of her by her ex. They lay there, both bathing in their own thoughts until Misha asked quietly, ‘Froo, are you on any birth control?’ ‘Yes,. "I mean.. do you notice your thought process is any different? Like itseems like women are thinking a dozen thoughts at once while men arepretty one track minded". As she said those words, it really hit home.I WAS thinking differently, I was thinking about everything all at once,I was feeling subconscience about my body, I was having thoughts likewhat if some guy walked in, what if I was stuck in this body because ofsomething going wrong with that body swap machine. I was thinking morelike a. . four hours of a throbing hard cock without ever being touched by me or my wife. There was a stream of precum that ran all the way to my asshole. She got up and was walking toward me , I though to let me cum , but from behind her back came the dreded CB3000. She tossed it right beside me and then almost as one motion she thumped the head of my now blue veined cock as hard as she could. I yelled out and almost stood up. Her hand pushed my back down. In a minute my cock had started getting.